Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I’m not hungry. Will you just look at me?”
I force my gaze up, trying to prepare myself for the pity I know will be shining in his eyes. I study him and it takes me a minute before I realize that’s not what I’m seeing at all. Nope, not even close. Sam is still Sam and he’s looking at me like he always does. With love. I walk into his arms without questioning myself. After my morning with Victor, his hug is exactly what I need.
He sits down at the kitchen table and pulls me back in his arms. I sit on his lap willingly. I let him hold me. I burrow into him until my head is resting on his chest and my ear is pressed against his beating heart. It’s something I remember Sam doing to bring me comfort after I had suffered a run in with my mother. “I’m sorry, Sam. I should have told you. I’m okay, I promise. I just have… moments.”
I figure that is an understatement. I also recognize that Sam can see through what I’m saying. He always could.
“You should have told me, runt,” he grumbles.
“We hadn’t talked that often and I don’t mean this bad, because you know I love you, but that’s hard to talk about with anyone.”
“I get that, but you had to know I’m safe. I also know how screwed up your mother is. I would have taken you away from all that shit.”
“And what? You would have taken me to Russia. I hate the cold,” I try to joke, ignoring the tears that are stinging my eyes. Sam is right. He has always cared about me.
“What the fuck is going on?”
I jerk as the door flies open so hard it bangs on the wall. Victor is standing there, looking like he’s ready to kill. Sam’s hands tighten their hold on me as he takes the man in. “Do you know him, Angie?”
“Yeah, he’s…”
“I’m her man,” Victor snarls.
“Angie?”
I swallow nervously. Then, I let my gaze move over Victor. As I do that, I begin to feel anger. It’s obvious he’s jealous. While that might give me a slight thrill, it also makes me angry. I decide to concentrate on the anger. Shouldn’t he be in Phoenix by now visiting Morgan?
“What are you doing here?” I snap at Victor, standing up.
Sam lets me, but he wastes no time standing beside me. His posture is protective. I should probably tell him that Victor would never hurt me—at least physically. Right now, I’m too pissed off at the man to defend him. I swallowed it down last night and let it go. I needed time to process everything. Victor had never lied to me, so it was hard to wrap my mind around everything.
“I live here, or maybe you’ve forgotten who you’ve been sharing a bed with lately. Are you already trying to replace me, Kitten?” he responds, his voice cold and deadly. I feel a chill move up my spine. The problem is I can’t tell if it is fear or excitement. It’s probably twisted, but I think it is a mixture of the two.
“You’re supposed to be in Greece, remember? Or at least, that’s what you said.”
“You have exactly two seconds to get your ass away from that man and come over here. Then you have another second to explain what the fuck that question is supposed to mean, Gia.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll come over there and kill the man beside you so that he’s not an issue. The choice is yours.”
My body jerks with his words because I’m pretty sure he’s not joking. There’s a look in his eyes that tells me he absolutely would kill Sam without blinking. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Sam—”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’d like to know who in the hell do you think you are to storm into Angie’s house and scream at her, because I am about two seconds away from ending you for scaring her.”
“I do many things to Gia, but I don’t scare her,” Victor says, his gaze roving over Sam as if he’s sizing him up. “If you think you’re man enough, come at me, Sam. I can hardly wait.”
Sam has muscles and he’s toned. I know he can handle himself against anyone. Victor is the same however, and at least three or four inches taller than Sam. I think he’s stronger, too. When Sam starts to move, I put my hand on his arm to stop him. I don’t want him to get hurt and as much as it pains me to say it, I don’t want Victor hurt either.
“Kitten, unless you’re trying to make sure this asshole ends up dead, stop touching him.”
My mouth drops open with his words. “That’s rich coming from you. Why aren’t you on a plane, Victor? Did your plans with Morgan fall through?”